Author's Notes: Hi, readers. Here's chapter twenty-five of "Turnaround." This chapter has plenty of Trevor/Lucky. The next stalking incident will come in the next few chapters. Who will be involved remains to be seen. Stay tuned for chapter twenty-six.

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Chapter 25: Getting Up/In the Bathroom

The early morning sun shined its rays on Downtown New York City. A mourning dove flew through the sky. It spotted the Firehouse and flew downward. It landed on a third-floor windowsill. It looked inside to see Trevor and Lucky asleep. It flapped its wings to air them out. It folded them against its back before bobbing its head.

Trevor and Lucky stirred in their sleep without waking up. They were in the same position as they had been last night. She slipped her arm more tightly around his chest. He did the same with his arms around her. Their noses twitched three times. They let out long yawns and smacked their lips. They sighed in much content.

He groaned softly and opened his eyes. He found blurry vision in which he sighed in annoyingly. He blinked them four times, clearing it. He looked toward the window. He spotted the dove. It let out a soft coo. It raised its head high before repeating its action twice. He tried not to smile, but he couldn't help himself. He rubbed his nose and suppressed a yawn. He attempted to suppress another one, only to fail.

He looked down at Lucky. He smiled, thinking she looked like an angel. He didn't want to wake her up, but he knew she had to get home soon. He rubbed her shoulder in a gentle manner. She stirred without waking up. He smirked and moved her hand down to her butt. He gave it a hard pinch. She jerked awake and looked at him in much annoyance. She smacked him on the chest. He laughed to himself.

"How dare you wake me up from my peaceful sleep like that, you bonehead!" she yelled.

"Hey, you have to go get home," he pointed out truthfully. "Besides, my way of waking you up got you fully awake, didn't it?"

"It did," Lucky admitted and presented a fist. "If you do that again, I will give you a knuckle sandwich."

"Bring it on. I love knuckle sandwiches," Trevor responded, giving her two winks.

"Nah. Your face is too pretty for that," Lucky said, taking it away.

"Whah! You hurt my feelings!" Trevor whined and began fake crying.

"Turn off the waterworks," Lucky said while flicking his nose. "I am not changing my mind."

"I will always cry for you," Trevor replied and pinched her cheek. He laughed at her doing the same to his. "We are such cheek pinchers, huh?"

"Yep," Lucky said with a giggle. She removed her head from his chest and looked at him. "Of course, I am the bigger cheek pincher."

"No, you are not," Trevor said, shaking his head. "Nope, nope, nope."

Lucky growled playfully before kissing her boyfriend. She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. She did this so lightly that it seemed she wasn't even doing it.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Lucky wondered.

"I feel really good. I could do backflips around this room," Trevor admitted. "What about you?"

"I feel the same way, especially with the latter," Lucky squealed in delight. "Maybe I should do backflips on the ceiling."

"You can as long as you don't hit the floor and become a pancake," Trevor joked with a snicker.

She huffed. "I will become a pancake if I want."

"It's my party, and I will cry if I want you. Cry if I want to. Cry if I want. You would cry too if it happened to you," Trevor sang a little off-key.

"I remember It's My Party. It was sung in Problem Child. That was when Junior set out to destroy Lucy's birthday party because she wouldn't allow him to watch the magic show," Lucky explained. "I felt no sympathy for Lucy. She was a rotten brat. She was spoiled to the teeth."

"I didn't feel any sympathy for her either," Trevor commented and rolled his eyes. "She thought she was better than he was. Her nose was so high up in the air…."

"That she would drown if it started pouring down rain," Lucky finished.

He blew a raspberry. "Don't finish my sentences."

She smacked him in the forehead. She ran her finger up and down his nose before grabbing his chin. She moved his head from side to side three times. He took hold of her wrist. He pulled her hand off and placed it on the bed. He gave it a gentle pat. They laughed to themselves.

"I wonder if the others heard us," Lucky said in much curiosity.

"Mom, Dad, Podcast, and Phoebe did. It is unlikely Oscar, Ronnie, and Jeanette did as they are sound sleepers," Trevor murmured, a soft exhale coming from him.

"You told me the rest of your family was quite loud for a bit of the night two days ago," Lucky said.

"Yeah," Trevor grumbled, rolling his eyes. "They didn't stop until it was nearly two o'clock in the morning." He mumbled inaudible words. "I had to take a nap later on that day to catch up on my sleep."

"At least you get to sleep in just about every day," Lucky answered and patted his cheek.

Trevor smiled. "I sure do. You won't believe this, but Phoebe came into my room and blew an air horn to wake me up around this time last year."

"No way," Lucky said, sitting up and clutching the sheet to her chest.

"She really did that," Trevor said, pushing himself into a sitting position. "I had no idea she was there. I was sound asleep. I yelled and woke right up when I heard the air horn. My heart was beating fast. I found her standing a short distance away from my bed. She laughed her head off. I threw my pillow at her, but it missed as she raced out of the room."

"I never thought Phoebe would do such a thing," Lucky said and touched the back of her neck. "She looks so serious, though she is known to crack the occasional joke."

"Something tells me Podcast put her up to it," Trevor suggested and rubbed his nose.

"Most likely," Lucky agreed. "How about I blow an air horn when I stay with you one night?"

"Don't even think about it," Trevor said while shaking his finger in her face.

"It will happen," Lucky answered with a smirk. "You'll see."

Trevor growled in playfulness. "Oh, you."

The lovebirds kissed and rubbed noses. Trevor ran his hand over Lucky's braids before cupping her chin in it. He planted three kisses to her forehead. He gave it a gentle pat.

"Let's get out of here," he suggested.

"Yeah. I am getting hungry for breakfast," she agreed while nodding fast.

"I want to use the bathroom before we get to the kitchen," Trevor pointed out.

"Sure," Lucky agreed. She and her boyfriend got out of the bed. They proceeded to gather their clothes.

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Lucky washed her face with soap in the medium-sized third-floor bathroom five minutes later. Trevor watched her closely. She cupped her hands underneath the running water. She closed her eyes. She splashed it on her face, ridding it of the soap. He grabbed the hand towel hanging next to the door. He handed it to her. She dried her face carefully. She opened her eyes to look into the oval-shaped mirror.

"I got all the soap off my face," she said warmly.

"I remember Ryce and Ted racing for the bathroom after waking up in Beethoven. He reached it first and slammed the door shut. She pounded on it and demanded he let her in," he pointed out with a chuckle.

"That house had two floors. It had to have had a second bathroom for her to use," Lucky said.

"It probably did, but I don't think Ryce could hold it long enough to get there. She needed to get in there," Trevor suggested.

"Ted probably didn't even need to take that long," Lucky responded and shrugged. "Boys usually do not spend much time in the bathroom getting prepared for the day. Girls spend a bit of time doing so."

"Girls often want to look good for everyone, especially boys," Lucky admitted. "A well-dressed girl is respectable. It doesn't matter if she wears jeans or a dress."

"Many people think you can be classy with just looks. You need good manners as well. If you dress classy and treat others like crap, then you are trash. No amount of being well-dressed will erase that," Trevor said in a blunt voice. "Nope, nope, nope."

"I read about celebrities who always treat wait and retail staff like trash. They see them as lowly," Lucky grumbled and let out an irritated scoff. She rubbed her nose before clearing her throat. "Wait and retail workers are not lowly. They are very important people."

"I remember when we went to Waffle House for lunch last month. It was very busy in the restaurant. We saw this elderly lady yelling at the staff to hurry up with her meal. We were sitting near her at a booth. We told her to be patient because they were cooking many meals at once. She told us to shut the hell up. She continued to yell at them. Even after she got it, she complained about it tasting overdone. She did not tip her waiter after she left," Trevor explained and sighed heavily. "Why is that some elderly people think they can treat others like that?"

"They think their ages give them a free pass to act however they want," Lucky answered, shaking her head in disbelief. "They would be all over us if we acted like that."

"Talk about double standards," Trevor mumbled and flared his nostrils. "At least you tipped the water extra to make up for it. He was the same one that served her." He smiled warmly. "He was so grateful."

"He didn't deserve to be treated like that," Lucky said, sniffling. "Waiters work hard for small pay. They need all the tips they can get."

He nodded in agreement. He took one of her braids and tickled her cheek with it. He laughed at her swatting his hand aside.

"You just had to swat my hand away, didn't you?" Trevor asked with a cheeky smile.

"Yep. You get a little bit of this," Lucky said and ruffled his hair. He pushed her hand away, causing her to laugh. "You didn't like that, huh?"

"Nope. If you do that again, I will tweak your nose," Trevor commented and blew a raspberry.

"Okay," Lucky responded and held up her hands. "Speaking of tweaking noses, Miyagi did just that to Kreese in The Karate Kid Part II."

He breathed deeply. "Miyagi felt it was better to humiliate Kreese than it was to kill him. He believed living without honor was a fate worse than death."

"I can't really blame him," Lucky admitted and pressed her lips together. "Many horrible people live long lives, but they often aren't good ones. They continue to get in trouble until their health suffers. Then they decline. Sometimes, it is slow. Sometimes, it is fast. They died without regretting what they have done."

"Despite what you see on the news, most people are good and honest," Trevor said and suppressed a yawn. "The media thrives on negative stories. It brings them higher ratings."

"It is disgusting how they will sensationalize things without a single thought," Lucky said in anger. "Some things are not that big of a deal."

"I know," Trevor agreed. "Unfortunately, many people will make a fuss out of nothing. We can't really stop it, but we can walk away from it."

She smiled. "Right."

Trevor stroked his girlfriend's cheek with the back of his hand. He went behind her and pulled her braids aside. He started kissing her neck. She wiggled out of his grasp. She turned around to face him. She touched his arm, her heart skipping two beats.

"I would love to fool around, but we need to get downstairs," Lucky said, frowning somewhat.

"Okay," Trevor said, nodding at her. He brought her braids in front of her shoulders. "You want to hang out here after work?"

"Sure," Lucky said, smiling widely. "Now, let's get to the kitchen for some breakfast."

"Last one there is a rotten egg!" Trevor shouted and opened the door. He turned off the lights and ran out. She raced after him.